Thursday, April 08, 2010

Eating snakes is weird only when you aren't Chinese,thinks Sarah Easoph on a drop from a half swingbetween sleep and consciousby her desk,where computer generates noisy warnings.

She tells meshe dreamt of of delicious snakessalted, in chilly sauce,in honey.

Every evening,she walks all the way downa narrow streetfrom her office to a 150 sq ft room.

Have you triedwalking that street?Men emerge from the bushes, behind the walls -on bikes, in auto rickshaws,running.Clusters of men pass bythey stare they pull they hurt your skin your nipplessometimesthere are others who walk their waythey are better till you call for helpand they don't hear.

Last nighta wild Mongooseshine in her eyes.Sleeping cuddled pillows between her legs,she dreamt of peppered snake soup.she saysThe meat melted in her mouth.